This is a song about "Left"

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

That was good shit, is there any left

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Looking at your money

Friend after friend left me

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

And i'm left for the corrections,

And my momma keep smoking that shit

So with your mind left exploded

Got nothing left to say

Take my moms, move away

And you, you know what i like

Left her outta the limelight